Sunday, September 23, 2012

Today was the second day of 'attempting' on a movie script. Mr. Ngawang (Penstar) wanted us to shift the location from Kuenselphodrang Park to Botanical Garden. He believes the serenity of place is important on fueling the imaginations. I agreed right away on a sole reason - Kuenselphodrang Park is nearer to my home and far away from his. On the first day, he drove all the way from Babesa. Today I drove from Chang Gidaphu to Wangchutaba. On car's wear-tear-fuel-consumption front, we are at par. :) I am already thinking on the location of third day. It should be at an equitable distance between us. And that falls somewhere near Olakha. Hopefully, it won't be in the premises Automobile Workshop. LOL.

At 10 in the morning, there were fewer people in the park. We grabbed packaged water, snacks, a laptop and roll of chart papers. We paid 40 bucks and chose a place under a canopy overlooking approach road to RTC. It was truly a beautiful scene. But before that, a young couple came to our sights. Their heads were cocked together, so lost that they did not notice us standing right behind them. My friend hesitated and crept over to the cliff. I just coughed. The heads moved and two pairs of eyes balls bored my face. I pretended not noticing them, placed the materials on the floor and grinned. The two dead serious faces greeted me back. And that chilled me.

When I was his age, I was only a prick that was used only to pee. My lips had touched only the rims of wooden cups or worn out Chinese mugs. No girl resided in me and my heart's task was only to pump the blood. And the girl? Any hormome packed male would not have looked at her if she bathed naked by a river side. As they left, I looked at them. She wore a short jeans showing off the tight skin all through her ankles. The pair of legs only confused me with the realization that those were a medium capable of sending shivers to both of them.

As soon as the couple disappeared, Ngawang came back with a wonderstruck expression shown on his face. I left the canopy and scanned the nearby bush. He shouted at me what I was doing. I only replied I did not want to defy my childhood days.

Monday, September 17, 2012

I have many brothers at home, some just landed in the job, some just graduated and some still in the college. There are only three females - my wife, my daughter and my only sister. Everybody's favorite is my four year old daughter. She would be in their room (I call it boys hostel) playing with them, distracting them from playing soccer in PS and switching off TV.

Growing up with lots of males has made her become one. She does not sit with her mom who watches Hindi soaps and she hates to sit near my sister who is always into FM radio or desktop listening to music. She does not disturb me reading or typing on the laptop unless she wants pocket money even at late hours of the night. Munching any snacks her uncles brought for her, she would be cuddling inside their blanket. She screams whenever there is the score, be it on PS or English Premier League. Drogba, Henry, Beckham or Rooney, she knows them all.

Yesterday, another brother (first cousin in the service who recently moved away from us) came to visit us. After handing his set of edible presents to my daughter, he asked her what new things she learned from her half-day day care center. She remained silent. Just then another brother from the boys hostel came to the living room and asked her a question. "Zamin, where did Drogba go?"

"Shanghai," she answered, munching a flake of potato chips in her mouth.

First cousin laughed. He said, "I don't know that."

"Zamin, where is Rooney?"

"ManU," she replied.

First cousin said, "That I know."

The other brother turned his question to him, "What is Rooney's status these days?"

"What status?" first cousin was puzzled.

My daughter rescued him though she accused him of not knowing it, "Rooney sho injured gila."

Let her grow up some more, I will take over from them and we shall cocoon in our bedroom, each holding a book and then I shall ask her, "Zamin, who is the author of The Bikini Murders?" just to raise the curiosity of the male-dominant-football house. ;)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

One is young. Just recently he bought acar that has a 'heater' in it. He travels from West to East from the northern highway. He has many experiences of freezing inside his previous car. Today he is satisfied he won’t face the bitter cold wind. He starts the journey early in the morning from Thimphu.

He is old and drives a car which has both the options of making the interior cold and hot. Today he drives towards east from the southern route via Bengal and Assam States. He starts the journey early in the morning from Phuentsholing.

Young man reaches Pelela while old man has just entered into Assamese soil. Both have something to say, almost at the same moment.

Young man grumbles, “This heater is nauseating me.”

Somewhere in the plains thousands feet below, the old man utters, “The compressed air from AC is making me sick.” The young man thinks, “If only I have taken the southern route,” while an old man thinks, “If only I have taken the northern route.”